It was your first week at fashion camp, and things were off to a great start.

Everybody there seemed very friendly, and very stylish, of course.

Your cabin was right in the middle of everything, in the main part of the building, near the cafe and assembly hall and everything.

You walked into your room, a beautiful big room with bunk beds like shelves on the walls, huge windows that towered over the city, and a large kitchen and living area.

There was only one person there, a figure with fluffy blonde hair and bangs, a very short pink skirt, a soft pink sweater, and white thigh-high socks, spread in their tummy, their phone held up to their ear.

The person’s voice was very giggly and excited, but hushed. And...masculine.

“Yeah, mom, I’m all good here! Love ya!”

The boy giggled, chatting animatedly with his mom.